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Really? And what curse befalls the Adams of the world? Ann opens her mouth and, presumably thinking of nothing to say, closes it again. It is Felicity who answers, eyes steely. They are weak to temptation. And we are their temptresses.

Libba Bray

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Libba Bray
Age: 60
Born: 1964
Born: March 11
Novelist
Writer
Texas
United States
Weak
Adams
Answers
Closes
Eyes
Felicity
Eye
Opens
Nothing
Curse
Temptress
Really
Temptation
Steely
Thinking
Mouth
Befalls
World
Mouths
Presumably

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